CHAPTER 8
"Why didn't you ask for more?"
"Tomorrow, they'll kill me. What's the point of having a feast?"
"I see. May I join you?"
"Sure. Have a seat."
"Here is your hourglass. The amount of sand on top is your remaining time. Slowly, all the sand will fall indicating the end of your life."
In one of the rows of prison cells inside the Lyreace Correctional Facility in Georgia, Colton Thrusue dwells. The four sides of the three and a half square meter cell have been surrounding him for over three years now. The window for ventilation is not present but an exhaust fan on the corner of the ceiling provides proper air flow. The only opening is the detention door that has a vertical rectangular glass which guards use for daily checking. The bed is fixed on the gray wall by the side of the room and is opposite to the sink and toilet.
Colton was sentenced to serve the rest of his life waiting on the death row.
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